Tag: poetry
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Straightening out a couple of punks
She’s wanton, know she wants some Everything I want, and then some, comes To pass like I’m waving a wand at a henge, magecraft Clothes, their sway and motion like a stagecraft. My unwrapped johnson like a rafter Size reference for every cock after. No scope a block tough while laughing; Enjoy doing what you…
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When the boat comes in
Wispy clouds Stetsoned and made alleged Sol’s weathermaking head. The Waker’s air raid alarm was slapped quiet like a mid-century stepson. Many hair-raising trials had he endured, emerging uncured of weakness But to strife inured, shorn of shyness and driven to speak up, to seek; Dad always said life’s bread’s one foot afore th’next, unto…
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Hungover curmudgeon
Still hot on his measured breath and belch He fought to quell the waking before it reached his legs. Cheap cider’s stench cordite-acrid. At length He drew up and stretched like a pauper’s penny Rose and before long threw up. His life become a black hole Such that might interest Hawking and Penrose. Whenever he…
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Sense
E’en through pent nose could he smell it He wished his very senses less developed Or to have fewer appendages, namely his nose; Joy when that stench’s source is appended, Until then, let scent sense’s agent be apprehended. A mind little minded by the company of men A mendicant always, away from all of them,…
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Afternoon séance
Messages pleading from dead relatives Revealed in secret bleeding bone tongues A lexicon of scorched undersides Unguent for the pus swollen wounds of those left behind. A fire language, puzzling to living minds I strive for it, I will die for it. With hundreds of words for screaming But none for love or life or…
Alchemisland 